Last evening after supper, I was alone in the house putting away clean dishes, thinking. Grandma was outside on the patio watching Jeff and the boys toss the football around the backyard. I was drying things and putting them in their places, then loading the dirty supper dishes in the dishwasher, starting to fill it
Read on »the kids
It is getting late and this must be quick. I am trying to be better about what I eat and drink, to pause and ask myself, whenever I begin thinking of something to ingest, “Is that really what I want?” and if I find the answer is “No,” or even “I’m not sure,” then I
Read on »Morning conversation
Me: “Another fun breakfast at home.” Jeff: “For you?” Me: “No, for the boys. I like eating at home.” Jeff: “Oh yes, another breakfast, with three nutritious servings of Yelling and Screaming. And Fit-Throwing.” Me: “And Bitching and Complaining.” Sigh. It was so much easier when the boys were eating most breakfasts at school. But
Read on »